| Had a dream I was buried in ice
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| Doesn’t that sound nice
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| And the professors brought me back in time
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| I was wondering if you’d still be mine
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| But the passing days have passed you away
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| Where you will forever stay
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| Professor what kind of
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| Miracle is this?
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| You should be careful
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| What you wish
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| For it comes at such a price
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| To be buried in ice
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| I was walking the streets alone
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| In a city of metal and snow
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| Up came a song from the radio towers
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| «Wee Small Hours»
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| And then came an army of clarinets
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| And the terrible hiss of cassettes
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| Professor what kind of
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| Miracle is this?
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| You should be careful what you wish
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| For it comes with such a price
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| To be buried in ice
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| Now the dream it does come and go
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| Why nobody knows
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| And all these doctors they don’t suffice
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| I am always buried in ice |